Page 45 of Reaper Released

“Fuck, woman, you’re driving me insane!” He flips me up over his shoulder and smacks my arse as he walks down towards the clubhouse. I let out a throaty moan as he runs his hand down his face. “Fuck, you’re gonna drive me to an early grave, and I’m gonna die with a boner I can’t get rid of!”

Laughing, I slap his arse, then squeeze it. “Mmm, I hope not. I’m not nearly done with you yet!”

Stomping into the bar with me still over his shoulder, he drops me straight in front of Ares and Scar’s table. Scar’s sat in Ares’s lap, and he’s hugging her close. Steel slaps my arse, knocking me a step forward towards their table.

“Well?” Steel nudges me.

“Well, what?”

“You gonna tell ‘em?”

I grin at him. “Now?”

“Yeah, now!”

Roach is at the bar. I walk over and climb up on top of it. “Listen up, dickheads!” I wait for the hushed whispers and chattering to die down. “Just want to let you all know that Steel and I are getting married!”

Then I jump down from the bar, grab the tequila bottle and strut across to Steel. He sweeps me up in a ferocious kiss, and before he can drop me, there’s an almighty scream and then a flying Scar diving off Boyband's lap and straight at us.

Steel manages to catch her, but she doesn’t give a shit; she’s still squealing.

“Fuck, knobhead!” I laugh at her.

“Married? You're a total twatty douche-canoeing, dickwadding cockwomble!”

Barking out a laugh at her, I sweep her into my arms and crush her to my chest.

“Thanks for coming for me!”

“Always. K.F.D, remember!”

“K.F.D!” She hugs me back like she never wants to let me go.

Back in Steel's room after a few celebratory drinks, I pick up my phone and add a group FaceTime, calling all my pas at the same time!

“Squirt, you good?” Bernie comes through first.

Cade says, “Yo, Squirt. ‘Sup?”

Then JJ and Steven ask, “Hey Squirt, how’s it going?”

“Squirt?” I hear Steel chucking behind me.

I turn and glare at him. “Don’t you fucking dare!” I point with my best stern face. He sucks his lips in, biting down on them and huffing through his nose. “I’m warning you!” Then looking back at the screen, I say, “Hey, guys!”

“Who are you talking to?” Cade asks.

“No one!” I reply before I think it through.

“Ouch, wounded.” Steel drops onto the bed clutching his chest.

“God, you’re a fucking dickhead!”

“Steel, is that you?” Bernie asks.

“Hey Bernie, you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, son. You?”

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